Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.